Nap Lapkin’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve (Part 2 of 6)
Then came the 80s. The list was a bit overwhelming. The Vapors (Turning Japanese), After the Fire (Der Kommisar), Haircut One Hundred (Love Plus One), Murray Head (One Night in Bankok) and Kajagoogoo (Too Shy). More than enough bands to keep the hungriest vampire sated. As Nap read the list of songs he wondered for a brief moment if Dick Clark was perhaps doing the world a favor.
He shook off that idea immediately. As an agent of the federal government his job was to enforce the laws, not act as a music critic.
He wondered if Tommy Tutone was aware that in Georgia the phone number 867-5309 would connect the caller to an Atlanta night club that claimed to be a vampire hotspot. As Nap had heard nothing further from either Tommy or whomever Jenny was he concluded that he probably found out a bit too late.
The 90s provided no shortage of bands to feast upon; Right Said Fred (I’m Too Sexy), Sir Mix-A-Lot (Baby Got Back), House of Pain (Jump Around), Harvey Danger (Flagpole Sitta), Marcy Playground (Sex and Candy) and … The Verve Pipe (The Freshman). His eyes froze on the last name. He remembered the song.
All too well. He was in college.
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We’d never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We’d ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
He’d seen a lot in the years since. Very little of it good. Now here he was on New Year’s Eve in New York City about to hunt down and kill a beloved American icon.
He flipped to the list of assumed victims in 2000s; Baha Men (Who Let the Dogs Out?), American Hi-Fi (Flavor of the Weak), James Blunt (You’re Beautiful) … then… no … it couldn’t be.
Snow Patrol (Chasing Cars).
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
That undead bastard can eat all the Baha Men and James Blunts he wants, thought Nap, but killing Snow Patrol was going too far. Now it was personal.
It was New Year’s Eve in New York City. There was only one place to be if you were a vampire; the Marriott Marquis Times Square.
It was time to dispatch Dick Clark once and for all.